Shoutout to my city too.
This morning, in Union Station in New Haven, I ran into my old boxing coach. He was buying lotto tickets. I tried not to reek of carcinogenic. But we caught up before he got on his bike and blasted back out into the cold. I was smiling when I got on the train. He was wearing a jacket with the gym's logo on it. I realized I hadn't seen that logo for quite some years now.